All That He Wants(20)

I smiled in spite of myself. If a guy comes quick… eh, not so good. I guess when a woman comes quick, she feels good, and the guy gets his ego stroked.

Suddenly he looked concerned. “Can you go on?”

I was pretty sensitive down there… but the feel of his muscular body on top of me was rapidly making me want more.

I nodded. “Just… go slow at first,” I whispered.

“Okay,” he nodded, and leaned over and kissed me again.

It was wonderful. As his velvety tongue slowly penetrated me, he started to rock his hips backwards and forwards the tiniest bit, so that his shaft did the same between my legs.

Oh my God.

Just the fact that it was bigger than anything I’d ever felt in my life… that was pretty amazing, and an incredible turn-on.

And the pressure – the sense of fullness, the incredible stimulation from his girth – well, I pretty much forgot about wanting it slow.

I just wanted more.

NOW.

I gasped as long, slow waves of pleasure started rolling through me again.

He paused to look at me.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

He grinned. “But are you – ”

“DON’T STOP.”

He laughed, bent down and kissed me again, deep and soft and probing, and continued to slowly enter me.

Like I said, he would rock his hips back and forth. A little bit more inside me, then pull back the tiniest bit… then a little bit more, then pull back… two steps forward, one step back.

As the pressure increased down there, and as I started to get sensations deeper than I’d ever felt before, I thought, Okay, surely it’s all the way in now.

And then he would keep sliding in deeper.

At one point he paused longer than usual and I thought, Okay, surely THAT’S it. It HAS to be in all the way now.

But no – he just eased himself out a little bit, then continued further in.

It. was. INCREDIBLE.

The sensations were building and intensifying as his shaft got thicker and thicker towards the base.

Even more than that, I felt this incredible fullness, this overwhelming sense of being filled up all the way through my body.

I began to moan and rock my hips against his, angling my pelvis to get more pressure here, more sensation there.

Slowly, slowly, he began to pull out of me – almost all the way.

I whimpered, afraid to lose the sensation.

Then he pushed inside again.

Out, then in. Out, then in.

Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my entire body.

He started to go faster. The gentle rhythm became thrusts – harder, more insistent.

I could feel the tension building inside me again – but deeper. He was touching me in places I’d never felt before.

And all the while we’re kissing, with him taking my lower lip in his and gently sucking at it, or moving to my ear and breathing softly, letting me hear the desire and need in his voice.

I don’t know what turned me on more – the incredible sensations between my legs and deep inside me, or hearing the urgency in his groans. The utter and complete desire he had to possess me completely.

He began slamming into me, and I began crying out – unbelievable pleasure tinged with the tiniest bit of pain. But I was so turned on it didn’t matter. I only wanted more, deeper, faster, harder.

“Oh God, Lily, oh God, oh God,” he breathed into my ear, a frenzied whisper.

I began calling out his name over and over as my fingernails dug into his back, as my hands cupped that amazing ass, the muscles bucking under my palms as they pumped up and down, driving him deeper and deeper inside me.

A spark began glowing in my belly. It felt different than other times. It was growing and growing, heating up my hips with waves of pleasure I couldn’t contain, rippling up and down my spine. Every stroke of his shaft intensified the heat; every touch deep inside me fanned the flames, sending stronger and stronger vibrations out through my entire body.

Then he was slamming inside me double-time, triple-time, and I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I screamed for real this time as the dam inside me broke, and that heat burst like a tidal wave of ecstasy through every inch of my frame.

I think my screaming pushed him over the edge, because he lifted his head and bellowed. Through the haze of my deep, throbbing orgasm, I watched his face strain like he was caught somewhere between heaven and hell, agony and euphoria, and then I felt him grow bigger inside me – which I would have said was impossible until I felt it. Spasm after spasm as his thrusts gradually slowed and he came to a halt inside me, the pressure less now, though still more than I’d ever felt before tonight. He lowered his face back down and began kissing my cheek, my chin, my mouth.

My orgasm didn’t exactly stop so much as it ebbed away gradually, with tiny contractions continuing for almost a minute afterwards. As I kissed him softly, another little shudder would rack my body like the aftershocks of an earthquake, and I would feel myself involuntarily squeeze his thick shaft.